"And what about me?" Jinsheng looked at Lou Yan Zhi, inquiring.
"Even if for a hundred years, they're only waiting for me for one day."
"But what about me? I have to wait for them for a hundred years."
Saying this, Jinsheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at Lou Yan Zhi, warning with a fierce look, "Don't think you can fool me so easily."
"What about one year?" Hearing Jinsheng's clear refusal, Lou Yan Zhi asked with red eyes, despondently, "A month? Or seven days?"
"Your concept of time is like your Spirit Stones in the Cultivation World, quite inflated," Jinsheng clicked his tongue.
"Jinsheng..." Lou Yan Zhi grasped her hand, moved his robe aside, and placed Jinsheng's hand inside his clothes, curling his lips into a smile at her: "Because I'm using you."
"Hmm?" Jinsheng was slightly stunned.
"Using your kindness, using your softness." Lou Yan Zhi sighed softly, bending down close to Jinsheng: "I understand you; as long as you promise to stay with me temporarily."
